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 Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 8:32 pm
((OOC: This is TL;DR C : Molly said she wanted to be a power ranger and thus joined Deus))
When Molly thought about it, her life up to a certain point resembled those movies she’d see on Lifetime.
Mallaidh Finn had a humble beginning. She was born in Belfast City, Ireland, and was the first child to two loving and hardworking parents who raised her to be kind, polite, considerate, happy and hard working. They hadn’t been the richest family, but she recalled her time in Ireland as being…happy. She lived in Belfast for a good number of years before her father decided that a grand adventure (though really it was a giant gamble for a job opening) was in order and they packed up everything and moved to Cleveland, Ohio. They weren’t the first Finns to leave Ireland, and once she got older, she learned that her father had been hoping to make it big like his brother, one of her uncles who lived in Canada and happened to be a CEO of a rather large and well known corporation. Her cousin also happened to attend a rather ritzy and expensive art school on one of the coasts, something Molly occasionally thought about once she was older as well.
The U.S. was alright. Molly always looked at it as how her father had put it, an ‘adventure.’ It was new and exciting and she would soak in all the experiences she could.
School was alright. No one ever got her name right when they saw it on paper, and whenever she’d introduce herself it always got summed up to ‘Molly’ or ‘Mollie’ and she wasn’t going to complain. She didn’t want to raise a fuss after all, and at the end of the day it didn’t really matter. She could come home to their little apartment, and help to prepare dinner where they’d all sit around the table and eat and laugh and then play the fiddle afterwards she really didn’t mind at all. Not long after they moved and settled, her mother gave birth to the second and last child, another girl, named Brighid, who just got tagged as Bree for short. It seemed to be a running trend in regards to their names.
It would be here that a downward spiral started. Molly was excited to have a baby sister, but the arrival of Bree brought a few other notable concerns as well. First. Shadows. Dark corners that would seem to dance and sway, dark corners that would seem to beckon and taunt, and dark corners that seemed to be waiting for the an opportune moment to strike. Molly liked to feign that she saw nothing. It was easier on her to just chalk it up to poor lighting or what not. Thinking there could be anything more than that involved too much, and her father and mother always said there were no such things as monsters, even if there were quite a few in Celtic myths. Myths were just made up stories after all though, right?
The second concern was something they’d learn of once Bree was a few years older. She had a weak heart. Prolonged time spent playing or anything that induced an increased heart rate would send the young girl into a wave of dizziness and nausea, and if pressed hard enough, could lead to more traumatic and devastating consequences. It was nothing that would damper their spirits though, her father had said. It was just the cards they were dealt and that they handle it together, as a family.
Then came the third concern.
All the cards were about to be dealt to Molly. Alone.
To save from having extra expenses, the family didn’t have a car. Any commuting to work, school, doctors appointments or anywhere else in the city was done through subway. It was inexpensive and usually reliable. Usually. It had been a painfully ordinary day at school and a lack luster train ride back to their apartment for Molly who had been in high school at the time. What wasn’t ordinary were the cop cars out front, or the uniformed men who stood outside the door to their apartment with the looks of utmost sympathy with which they were about to tell her.
Subway accident. Wrong tracks. No survivors. We’re sorry for your loss.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 8:33 pm
It was here that the memories blurred for Molly. She couldn’t quite recall what she had done or had been thinking after hearing that. It was like she had been on auto-pilot and her mind had gone somewhere else, somewhere much more pleasant than dealing with the trauma. She clung to the words she’d often hear her parents say. We’ll do anything to stay together. We’re a family. You do what needs to be done. You make it work.
When they haze she seemed to be stuck in went away, the next thing she knew was that she had rushed to graduate from high school, and then promptly picked up any job she could that didn’t need a college degree. Work. That’s all she did from sunrise to sunset. She started the morning and day at one place, and then made her way to another for a night shift. It was tiring, and it was draining, but it was all for Bree. She was all Bree had left, and Bree was all she had left as well. In order to make sure she could stay with Bree, she worked, even if it meant she had to leave the girl home alone a lot. Molly made sure to fit T.V. in bills list though. She needed something to keep her entertained after all, that, and to keep Bree’s mind off of the swaying dark corners in the apartment. Some days it seemed to work, some days it didn’t. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Molly to be on her way out the door, and for Bree to be tugging at her apron strings, begging her not to leave. They’d get her, she said. She didn’t want to be alone. Molly tried to assure her, she really did, but what could she do?
T.V., electric, water, food, rent, doctor visits…it added up though, and even with all the shifts she pulled, she could never seem to get on top. She was so far behind, and often robbed Peter to pay Paul so to speak. It was amazing they hadn’t been kicked out of their apartment yet! She couldn’t stop though, no, she could never stop. Bree was counting on her, and she was sure this was what her parents would want. She was doing what she could to try and make it work.
It had been a painfully ordinary and mundane night as Molly dragged herself up the four flights of stairs to their apartment after a rather unsuccessful night at the diner. Such poor tippers. After doing this for years, it was wearing her down. Molly’s head lightly thumped against the door to their apartment, and there she stayed for a good fifteen minutes. At work she always needed to smile. At home she always needed to smile. In between those times, she could let her face show how she really felt. Miserable. She had no real friends. She never had any real boyfriends. She had no time to do normal things women her age did. Just work. Would she be doing this for the rest of her life? Did she even want to live out the rest of her life if she had to? It was because she had to care for Bree that she didn’t have anything.
The guilt and the shame came then.
She had been getting angry and resentful, and the fact that she had sobered her up quickly. She felt like a horrible person. How could she think about her own sister like that? A burden. Bree was counting on her…and she couldn’t betray that. She was just a child…If her life was like a Lifetime movie shouldn’t it be at this point that she get her big break? A turn around? Something would happen and then everything would be great for the both of them?
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 8:40 pm
The light in the hall flickered and Molly sighed, lifting her head off of the door to stare up at it. Such a crummy place they called home…but it was a roof over their heads. For that she had to be thankful. Her eyes drifted to the corners down the hall, and her brows furrowed. The shadows were swaying. The way the seemed to wave was reminiscent of someone flailing to get someone’s attention…but ah…that was a silly thought…
A blood curdling scream ripped down the hall and it made her blood run cold.
Bree.
Keys were out. She dropped them in her panic and desperation to get in through the door. She jammed them in and burst through the door to get to her sister. Molly tore through the living room looking for the little girl with ginger locks, frantic, but she wasn’t there. The next place she went was the bed room they shared since Bree never liked to sleep alone anymore. The sight there made her heart clench in fear. The young girl seemed to having a seizing fit upon the bed, gasping for breath with wide, fearful bulging eyes, and around her appeared to be shadowed claws that retracted as soon as Molly came in.
She rushed to her sister’s side, cradling the girl in her arms. Oh god. She was having a fit. Molly held onto her tightly, smoothing her hair back and cooing to her, reassuring her that it was alright and everything was okay now, and that she needed to calm down or—
Bree stared at her with those haunted eyes, gasped, clenched the front of her sweater tightly, and then went still.
The next thing Molly knew, she was holding flowers. Lillies. They were Bree’s favorite. She was so focused on these flowers, but out of the corner of her eye she caught glimpses of concerned and sympathetic faces, and a casket even. The next thing she recalled was the feel of ashes slipping through her fingers. She was familiar with this feeling. She had scattered the ashes of her parents on the shore of Lake Erie, and was doing the same thing now. Next, in her hands, were the bills. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught glimpses of even more bills, and in addition to that, she caught sight of shadows swaying in the corners, but that wasn’t her concern right now.
How was she going to pay all of these bills?
T.V., electric, water, food, rent, doctor visits, funeral services, flowers, cremation…she didn’t have anyone to do this for anymore.
The slips of paper fell from her hands, and she vaguely registered that there was a pair of shoes that didn’t belong to her. The shoes really stood out in the haze that once again covered this time of her life, as did the words “This can all go away if you want it to.”
She did remember clearly enough, that there hadn’t been any hesitation.
She wanted it to. Molly never saw a Lifetime movie that ended with the main character losing everything and running off to join an organization that fought shadows. That was where her life deviated from the Lifetime movies though.
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